spell?” she crossed the room with fury and grabbed Mason’s grimoire off of the desk.
“He’s hid himself. So, I’m trying someone else,” Ethan said.
Emma turned to him and slammed the grimoire to the ground; a few yellowed pages fell out from the binding.
“Who are you trying? We don’t know anybody else, Ethan. He never took us back to Elsmere so we have no one!” Emma kicked the wall and the cork board crashed to the ground, scattering the rest of the photographs and trinkets on the wood paneled floor.
Ethan had never seen Emma like this before. This was brand new to him.
“This man,” Ethan pointed down to the photo on the desk. Emma leaned over and looked down at the photo. It was black and white and it looked like a party or a carnival was happening in the background.
There stood her mother, Ethan, her, and an odd looking man she did not know… but he was wearing her locket and that made Emma uneasy. Had her locket belonged to this man before her mother got a hold of it? She didn’t understand. How come she never noticed it in the photo until now?
All of this was happening so quickly, and she just hoped that she wouldn’t pass out again. She needed to know what the hell was going on. She couldn’t stop thinking about Mason. Where was he?
“This man?” Emma pointed to the man in the photo.
“Yes,” Ethan said as Emma walked around the desk to the other side. She looked across into her brother’s eyes and nodded.
“Do it,” she commanded and held her hand out. Ethan exhaled in relief; he almost thought she wouldn’t go through with it. But he knew deep down she wanted to know everything just like him.
They needed to understand why everything was kept a secret, and why it was so important that they stayed in the mortal world and in the house.
Ethan reached across the desk and pricked Emma’s finger then his own with a safety pin. Both siblings squeezed a drop of blood onto the man’s face and began whispering the incantation until the crystal began swirling and the candles around them flickered and danced.
They felt their power surging through their veins like cool fire. Ethan felt his power burning to be let free, scratching beneath his skin like something demonic.
Something was different about his power, it was stronger and now that he knew they had dark blood, he couldn’t help but hold it responsible.
The fluorescent lamp bulb shattered with a pop and cast shadows upon Emma and Ethan’s face. The blood drops expanded, moving across the photo, growing in size and finally melting into the photograph like acid.
Soon a shimmering light appeared and an image formed in the blood. It was of a pale man, bald and burly, arguing with a boy across the room. They watched in curiosity as the man stood up from a chair.
The room seemed to be a lounge with a small fireplace roaring in the background. Emma could feel the heat bleeding from the photo onto her face.
The siblings figured that this was the man from the photo, now that they had been staring at him for a while as he yelled. His voice going in and out, making it difficult to understand what was being said.
He had beady luminous eyes, a small head, and his cheek bones were pointy like jagged rocks. His dark eyebrows were bushy and unkempt and he his lips were severely chapped.
The man’s voice grew louder and Ethan was growing annoyed. When was the location going to appear? They couldn’t do anything with a person; they needed a place to go.
Suddenly, the voices became crystal clear.
“Don’t you think it’s odd, dad?” the boy spoke, but Emma and Ethan still couldn’t see his face. He was in front of a large window, staring out into the night.
“No, I think it’s a bunch of bull. Those kids could not be living in the mortal world without being cloaked; they are too known for such carelessness. Besides that, they are supposed